Embarrassment: The Musical

Kayla streaked through the alleyways as she made her way to her last stop before she could hopefully put this humiliation to an end: Broadway!

As she slipped through the alley near one of the theaters, the naked blonde saw that the rear door was open. Quickly hiding behind a dumpster, Kayla peeked out from behind it as she nervously looked around.

“Okay,” she said to herself quietly as she sat the cardboard and trashcan lid down beside her, “All I have to do is just sneak through this theater and I’m home free. And maybe, if I’m lucky, I can get them to let me borrow a costume to wear on my way to the hotel.”

She then scoffed and said, “Right. With my luck, they’ll throw my naked butt back out onto the street before calling the cops.”

Kayla sighed again, shaking the thought from her mind as she tried to stay positive. Sure, things may have gone from bad to worse so far, but surely things couldn’t get worse once you hit rock bottom, right?

Unfortunately, as Kayla stood back up and quietly made her way to the back door of the theater, she had forgotten about one crucial detail that derailed that possible positive.

A certain detail that was following her into the theater undetected as she slipped through the door…

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Kayla looked around backstage as she hid behind a prop. The bad news was that she noticed stage hands moving around the place, meaning that a show was already in progress. That meant if she streaked through the curtains, she’d be seen by a full house; and she didn’t want to be seen by anymore people than she had been seen by already.

The good news, however, was that none of the stage hands seemed to have noticed her. That was a plus, at least.

That was when she spotted it. Her salvation!

Standing next to a mirror backstage was a clothing rack lined with medieval costumes. All she had to do was take one, hoping that no one would mind, and she could simply walk back to the hotel. Her nightmare was over!

Quickly and carefully, Kayla tiptoed out from behind her covering, making her way towards the rack and hiding behind it. She had just started to rummage through the costumes when she heard an angry voice shout out, “What do you think you’re doing?!”

Letting out a squeak, Kayla looked over her shoulder to see fancily dressed woman with pale skin, red hair, and brown eyes glaring her down. Kayla smiled sheepishly as she threw a hand over her butt crack. “Um… Hi. I know who this looks, but I can – “

“You would DARE to steal from The Great Madeline Dubois?!” the woman screeched, getting the attention of the rest of the stagehands and actors. “Or are you here to undermine and ruin my show with your nudity?!”

Blushing crimson at her newfound and unwanted audience, Kayla gulped and stammered, “N-no! No, it’s not like that! Look, I know this is going to sound crazy, but – “

“Ms. Dubois!” a mousey young woman with glasses said as she ran up to the woman. “Ms. Dubois! I’ve got some –“ the young woman finally spotted the naked blonde, her own cheeks turning pink as she brought the clipboard she was carrying up to her face. “What on Earth?!”

“What is it now, Rachel?!” Madeline asked in annoyance, turning to the new arrival.

“O-oh, right.” Rachel said, avoiding eye contact with Kayla as she cleared her throat. “Meredith just called. She can’t finish the second half tonight, her babysitter burned her hand on the stove and had to go to the hospital.”

“Ugh, fine!” Madeline groaned, not taking her eyes off Kayla as the naked blonde gulped nervously. “Just call Sasha and tell her she’s been promoted from understudy and that she’d better hurry and get here. Right now, I – “

“That’s the worse news, Ms. Dubois.” Rachel continued, “Sasha was the babysitter that Meredith hired to watch her daughter tonight.”

“WHAT?!” Madeline screeched, now looking at Rachael with an expression of shock and horror. “Are you telling me that we don’t have a star?! It’s opening night Rachel. OPENING NIGHT! And we don’t have a star for the second act of the show?!”

“W-well…”

As Rachel and Madeline were having this discussion, Kayla looked around again as she saw that the stagehands and actors were talking with one another about this recent development, none seeming to be paying attention to her anymore. Using this opportunity, Kayla slapped an arm over her breasts and wedged a hand between her legs as she began to crab walk away from all this.

“Freeze!” Madeline called out, causing Kayla to stop as she turned to face the show creator who was glaring at her. “If you think I’m not going to call the – “

Suddenly, Madeline stopped her tirade as she eyed the naked blonde up and down, her glare softening to just a mere frown as she scratched her chin in thought. She circled the humiliated woman a few times as Kayla stood there nervously, unaware of the mouse watching everything from behind a sandbag.

“Yes.” Madeline said thoughtfully as she looked Kayla up and down again, a smile forming on her face. “Yes! You’re perfect!”

“For what?” Kayla asked, not sure if she liked where this was going.

“Look.” Madeline explained, “For a few years now, I have worked my fingers to the bone to be the most unique playwright on Broadway. This show can make or break me. But without a star, I may as well throw in the towel now! You are the exact type of girl I need to take over the staring role and – “

“I’m sorry.” Kayla interrupted, not believing what she was hearing. “You want ME to be the star of your show?! I’m not a singer or an actress, I’m just a – “

“That’s alright.” Madeline interrupted nonchalantly, “The heroine of our story is a silent protagonist. You don’t have to say anything.”

Kayla opened her mouth to argue, when a thought popped into her head. Perhaps she could use this to her advantage…?

Raising an eyebrow quizzically, Kayla asked, “Look, I had an… unfortunate accident and lost all my clothes. So, If I help you with this show, can I have a costume to wear out on the street?”

“Do this and I’ll give you every last stitch of clothing off my producer’s back!” Madeline said, almost pleadingly.

“H-hey! I never – Don’t I get a say in – What?!” Rachel stammered, her face looking like it was about to explode as she shot a glare at one of the stagehands, the woman having just wolf whistled at the idea as she drooled at the producer.

Putting on a more confident smile, Kayla nodded as she said, “Ms. Dubois, you got a deal! Now, if you can just point me to wardrobe.”

“'Wardrobe'?” Madeline asked, “There’s no time for that! The last act is in ten minutes. Besides,” she handed a booklet to Kayla, “you need to focus on learning your actions before we begin. And there’s a reason I said you were perfect for the role.”

Kayla was just about to ask what this woman was babbling about know when she spotted the script in her hand, her eyes widening and her face going neon red as she read the title.

“Lady Godiva: The Musical”.

“L-Lady Godiva?” Kayla stammered, looking back up at Madeline with a face redder than a stop light. “You mean the woman who rode through town on horseback… N-naked?” As Madeline nodded, Kayla gulped as she asked, “Do I at least get to wear a bodysuit?”

“Well…”

“Two minutes to curtain, everyone!” A stagehand called out, causing Madeline to gasp in horror.

“No time!” Madeline yelled. “Denise! Get her to make-up! Jameson! Get the horse! Everyone else! Places!”

Before Kayla could even argue, the naked blonde found herself being dragged off to a make-up vanity by another woman as everyone else went to their places. Kayla was instantly regretting this decision.

Meanwhile, the mouse had been watching from the shadows as he thought about his next move. Upon seeing the man that Ms. Dubois referred to as “Jameson” lead a white stallion towards the stage, an idea soon popped into his head.

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As the curtains opened, the audience applauded as the final act began, performers singing about “the brave beauty who came in the time of need”. After about a minute of the song played, an actor in the role of a handmaiden addressed towards offstage.

In said direction, a red faced Kayla sat bareback (she cringed at the pun) on the stallion, hyperventilating as she found herself wishing she was anywhere else but here right now.

“It’s going to be okay, Kayla.” The naked blonde muttered to herself, trying to calm herself down. “Just a quick trot across the stage, slow enough for them to sing their stupid song, then you can finally get dressed, move to either Canada or Mexico, and pretend this was whole nightmare never happened.”

“You’re up.” Madeleine stated as she walked towards the horse and gave it a gentle pat on the flank. “Break a leg!”

With a sheepish smile, Kayla felt the horse slowly walk forward onto the stage, the spotlight shining down on the two of them as the actors and actresses began to sing their song. As Kayla was looking forward, she noticed that, thankfully, her womanhood and breasts were obscured as she rode by.

Of course, that didn’t make this any less humiliating. Especially in front of a shocked, massive audience who, as far as she knew, had no idea that she was actually naked.

Unbeknownst to the humiliated, naked blonde, however, the mouse was up in the rafters, tying a rope around his a beam as he watched the horse slowly trot by. Once he finished, the rodent picked up a small branding iron and lit a match, heating the metal for several seconds until it was red hot. Taking careful aim, the mouse swung down on the rope with the iron, aiming straight towards the stallion’s rump.

For the horse’s part, the stallion had been rather calm and quiet as it walked across the stage with his naked rider. However, this soon quickly changed when he felt a searing hot pain in his rump, causing him to whinny and rear up on his hind legs, causing the audience and actors to gasp as they stopped what they were doing.

Kayla yelled in surprise as she wrapped her arms around the stallion’s neck and her legs around his barrel, clinging on for dear life. Looking over her shoulder, the naked blonde scowled as she saw the mouse laughing at her. The second she opened her mouth, however, she screamed as the horse began to gallop towards the audience, leaping off the stage and heading towards the doors.

“No! No! No! Nice horsey! Good horsey! Whoa!” Kayla screamed as the audience scattered to get out of the way.

As the audience and the screaming naked woman on horseback left the theater, Madeline ran onto the stage and broke down sobbing. “My show! I’m ruined!”

“Excuse me…” a voice said, causing Madeline to look up at a slightly chubby, dark skinned woman walking towards her. “Who is responsible for this play?”

“As of right now, SHE’S responsible for this nightmare!” Madeline snapped, pointing at Rachel before running off the stage. “Good day, Madame!”

“Wait, Ms. Dubois!” Rachel called out, only to stop as Madeline slammed the backdoor shut. The producer turned to the woman and said, “Um, about the show – “

“What’s your name, girl?” the woman asked.

“Um… Rachel Smith.”

“Well, Ms. Smith.” The woman said sternly, only to don a big smile half a second later as she said, “You’re going to make a fortune with this show!”

“… Excuse me?” Rachel asked in bewilderment.

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Back with Kayla, the blonde screamed as she hung onto the horse for dear life, the stallion galloping through the lobby towards the doors.

“Whoa! Heel! Halt! Cease! Stop!” Kayla yelled in vain as the horse ran past the stunned onlookers in the lobby. The stallion then ran through the lobby doors, whinnying and galloping out into the streets of New York with a naked Kayla on it’s back.

“Can’t I get a break just this once?!” Kayla screamed as the horse ran down the street; the blonde having gone from just pretending to be Lady Godiva to giving a repeat performance!

And of course, the mouse was in hot pursuit, using a roller skate with a fan to follow them...